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I paid the doctor / You paid the doctor
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1369217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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1467135
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The javelin was cancelled after the unfortunate incident with Mrs Parker last year, but no one could have predicted this year’s sack race tragedy.
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1109129
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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1235159
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How they all beat the small drum/
of the word within the world
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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My wife is making lunch. I suggest leftover pizza. We are going over to the neighbor’s house for pizza tonight, my wife says. I tell her that’s okay. I like pizza.
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1218109
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Four Quartets is a slender book which/
can be read with intensity in its entirety
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991139
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1236179
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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1413119
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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1600148
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Trying to hide, and yet, what continued to permeate was the shiny.
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Now Carver Smithton has a paunched belly as stout as the beer that fills it. His upper lip is thick, fat and flat like a caterpillar run over by a semi on Highway 17.
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884109
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As if reaching for the Divine was the problem
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962179
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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789910
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When I got out I didn't buya new suit of clothes, stepinto a bar, or bargainfor an hour with a whore.I walked from McGee Streetover to Russell and wonderedif Bus 16 still went out of its wayto loop around the traffic knotat the shopping mall. It'd drop you thereif you had…
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homelessness, you called the lie,
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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available /a-Babel-Trumpish towers of post & toastmodern doom/daze/haze
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1230198
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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1911149
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(I woke once from a bad dream to throw them from the drawer, but my hands were so clammy, the coins stuck to my hand! I had to scrape them off my palm on the edge of the table.)
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12441010
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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we all want to go down / because nothing north can be good.
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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995179
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...swallowed like a radiant yolk by an epicurean barracuda.
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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